Novel & Cerita It Wasn't Me It Was Ignacio

Just then, a knock came through my door. “Come in,” I said, looking at the door. The door opened and Ignacio entered, holding his laptop in his hands. “Boss, good day,” he greeted. I nodded. “Come inside,” I said. He shut the door behind him and came to sit on the chair across from me. “So, is there an update?” I asked. “Yes, boss. There is.” He turned on his laptop, pressed the keys a lot more than a few times then stopped. “Boss, it's about Mr Antonio and Miguel. They are back,” he said.

he apologized. "It's okay, old man. You're quite strong to be moving around like that," Ignacio remarked, entering the hacienda with a lady by his side. She exuded beauty with a Grecian nose and hooded greenish eyes. Her blackish hair cascaded in beachy waves. Ignacio let go of her hand and walked up to Miguel, saying, "I'm happy to see you strong, Father." Marissa walked over to Paula with a warm smile, giving her a heartfelt hug.

I said, he looked away from me and glanced at the television. “Both Jack and Rose are foolish, everybody in love is foolish,” He said, I could clearly hear everyone gulp. Ignacio looked disturbed but managed to keep a straight face. “Uhm, I think the rain is over, I’d love to take my leave now, it was nice being here and meeting you all.” He said, he turned to Raiden and extended his hand for a handshake, Raiden stared at it for a while and then shook it. “My name is Ignacio, what’s your name?” He asked, he was trying to be his nice self.

“You mean Italia Mercedes?” Samantha nodded her head meekly. “OMG!” “Italia...” Minchin frowns. When Italia Mercedes name came into the feature, her attention were already at peak. She turned her head to Ivan. “Is it true?” Her heart was pounding against her chest. “The rumour says it was.” Ivan seems worried. Even she felt the same thing. How can she turned blind-eye, when the great Italia Mercedes they were talking about were not a fiancé of Gustavio Enriquez Salvador, but by her brother—Zacharias Colt Torres.

So his bound to take it again and who knows, I might not be lucky if there would ever be a next time. "Baby girl, hold on. Stop moving!" He said and I shook my head with a scowl on my face. Just when he wanted to reach out to me and grab my wrist, the door kicked open. Never in my life have I ever thought I would be this happy to see one of Felix guard. He stepped in followed by another of Felix men, the e amen one that drove us to the mall. What was him again- Ignacio. Wait, how did they find me?

It felt glorious. When the final course arrived, I raised my glass in a silent toast to my new beginning. No more supporting a mate who didn't appreciate me. No more trying to win back a child who had chosen another mother. I paid the bill without flinching at the total and made my way through the hotel lobby, feeling lighter than I had in years. That's when I saw them. Derek stood at the front desk, his face flushed with frustration. Rachel hovered beside him, while Oliver sat slumped in a plush lobby chair, his injured leg propped up awkwardly.

The children's mother had not made it. At that moment, the man in the passenger seat answered a call. “Yes? Understood.” He hung up, turned to Ignacio, and nodded seriously. “Santiago has fallen. Ignacio, you're in charge now.” There were a few seconds of silence. The car continued on its course along the secondary road, away from the village and the horror. Ignacio said nothing, but the tension in his body changed. He was processing the news, the weight that had just fallen on him.

"In her bed. In her fiancé's bed. Did you plan this? Did you plan this from the start, you ungrateful little bastard?" "It was an accident," I said. My voice cracked down the middle. "The full moon, we didn't choose—" "Save it." Marisol's grip tightened. "Everyone will know what you are by morning. A slut who couldn't keep her hands off her own sister's mate." "Enough." Kian's voice. Flat. Final. Marisol's hand froze in my hair. "Last night was an accident," he said, still not looking at me, only at her. "It changes nothing. My engagement to Priya stands."

Carmen mumbled, rubbing her brows. “Carm,” Her father's voice echoed into her ear, causing her to frown. ”Did you kill him?!” Carmen harshly said, pressing her lips together. There was a long silence from Mr. Smith's end of the line. Then his soft sigh echoed into Carmen's ear. “No, Carm. I did not kill your ex-husband, and I'm not the reason he's been missing for months.” Mr. Smith's voice came out, sounding annoyed. The light became blurry in Carmen's eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Or should I say… Sarah.” There it was. The unspoken recognition. They shook hands, but his grip lingered a second longer than necessary, his eyes studying her with quiet curiosity. He was older now, a few lines etched around his eyes, but the sharpness remained. This was not a man who forgot faces or half-truths easily. They sat. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Finally, Sarah broke the silence. “I must apologize,” she said calmly. “For London.” Mr. Fernando raised an eyebrow. “You vanished,” he said lightly. “And now I find out the hotel manager I once knew is the President of Transcorp.”